Vicious Saints [18+]

023: A bitch from the past

|Alysanne Valentine|

It's a miracle that we lasted through the night without being ambushed— again. Heavy rain and thunderstorms wouldn't have stopped the bounty. For the second time in a row, I awoke in his arms. He brings a sense of warmth wrapping around my heart, filled with affection. During the early hours of the morning we awoke. The soil was still wet from the rain and the atmosphere rather gloom.

We decided to head down the same path, back to the mansion. Halfway through I started receiving messages which meant that I had service. Within a second I went straight into the encrypted app that directs any alert I send to my uncle. Once he called, arrangements was in place for a car to pick us up and head to the private jet.

During our time in the private jet, it became quite clear that Azarov was preoccupied within his mind. Unlocking your secrets weighs on you, it can go either way. But from our experiences, unloading our past doesn't necessary clear our sanity. The weight of our past is determined by how much emphasis we place on it and well, I place a fuck ton on mine. Azarov protects everyone, he might not want to acknowledge that crucial fact but he will do everything in his power to protect the people he loves. Therefore, I knew that it was eating away at him, the frustration and rage for not being able to save me. Although, he wouldn't admit it; that silent confession settled the uneasiness I felt about laying it all out.

"Think we had enough camping in the forest to last a lifetime." I laughed.

Azarov cracked a smile, intertwining our fingers while drawing circles with his thumb inside my palm. "For sure. Being adventurous is not in our vocabulary, angel."

"Hmm... so you're a plain, old, baby." I tease.

At my words his action stopped, turning his entire body to face me. A dangerously sexy grin on his cherry stained lips. His heated palm traces up my chest, gently wrapping around my neck. Azarov indulges in asserting his dominance, those piercing caramel eyes deliciously lighting up in desire that matches my own.

"Oh angel, we both know nothing about me is boring especially when my dick is buried deep inside your pussy." his husky voice stated.
He manages to soak me in seconds

"Oh yeah, baby? Let's see who has this power when I get your dick in my mouth."

Automatically his pupils dilate. His thumb swipes over my lips as if he's imagining his cum on them.

"You have all the power in the world over me." He heartily admits.

How is it possible that he thaws my heart with mere words. I soften into his touch while he cups my cheek tenderly. It's pure affection, he places a gentle kiss onto my cheek as exhaustion suddenly sinks into my bones.

"Get some sleep, angel..." he whispers, kissing my forehead as my eyes fight to stay awake.

"And you over me," I reply before my eyes finally give in.

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I miss Isadora and Jaevry, of course Diavolo is included since he is a package deal. But more than that I miss there back and forth antics. Surprisingly, I was missing Sinnius. Past the asshole barrier, he is one of this people who feels deeply. I did miss him, there's more to him than this monster he pretends to be. The worst has to be Azarov, he never mentions it since he hardly likes burdening people with his emotions but he desperately misses baby Cora.

Minor details inform me that he's indeed more emotional today, the way he becomes extra closed off since he is trying to compress those vast amounts of emotions flowing through him. During the video call, I spoke to Corvina for a few minutes and my heart became heavy.